Dragon Ball Roshi

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: I Won’t Let This Place Be Destroyed



"If we're going to fight… let's move to a more open space. I don't want to destroy this place" Said Bobo, the Namekian, to Taro. Although Taro's energy didn't feel particularly strong, Bobo wasn't about to let his guard down. He was prepared to give it his all.

"That works for me" Taro agreed.

The two rose into the air and flew to an open area nearby, landing opposite each other.

Some of the other Namekians from the tribe followed, hovering in the air to observe the battle. Since they could remember, they had never seen an outsider challenge their tribe's warrior for the Dragon Ball.

But this outsider seemed far too weak.

Bobo assumed a combat stance, gathering his Ki and letting his battle spirit build. "Are you ready? I'm starting!" He said in a deep voice.

Taro slowly adopted his own stance. His movements were casual—just a step forward, a raised arm—yet it felt as though he was prepared for any situation. Whatever form of attack came his way, he could respond effortlessly.

Bobo noticed the sudden change in Taro's presence. The gentle breeze of energy he had initially felt had transformed into the unfathomable depths of a bottomless lake. He could no longer gauge Taro's strength, which made him even more cautious.

"Why aren't they starting yet?" the Namekians hovering above whispered among themselves, puzzled by Bobo's hesitation to finish off the outsider.

The tribe had unwavering trust in Bobo, their only warrior, knowing his strength. Even among the warriors of the six surrounding tribes, Bobo's power was notable.

Finally, Bobo could wait no longer and made his move!

Bright white flames of Ki erupted around him. The ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself like a whirlwind toward Taro.

Taro remained still in his stance. He didn't move his body. He didn't even blink.

Too weak…

Compared to the attacks of the North Kai, this Namekian's assault was riddled with flaws.

And far too weak.

Taro stood like a statue as Bobo, a blazing white missile, hurtled toward him. In the stark contrast between Bobo's furious speed and Taro's stillness, it seemed as though Bobo would crush Taro in the next instant.

"Is this outsider an idiot?" One of the Namekians muttered as the question began forming in their minds.

At that precise moment, Bobo reached Taro. He was within striking distance. In that fraction of a second…

Bobo's eyes widened in disbelief. From his perspective, Taro, who had appeared motionless, suddenly moved. His actions were so abrupt and so precise that Bobo couldn't believe them.

Taro slightly tilted his head to dodge the punch aimed at his face—a punch so powerful it sliced through the air. Then, without breaking his calm expression, Taro reached out, grabbed Bobo's right arm mid-attack, and pulled him forward. Simultaneously, Taro's other fist struck the spot where Bobo's chest muscle met his shoulder joint.

The unimaginable, overwhelming force completely beyond Bobo's expectations radiated from the point of impact where Taro's fist struck him. Like ripples of a shockwave, it reverberated through every bone in his body.

Bobo was sent hurtling backward at the same incredible speed with which he had charged, resembling a tattered sack being flung away. In that fleeting moment, a vivid image flashed through his mind: a brief, crimson glint in the outsider's eyes. The moment had passed so quickly it felt like an illusion.

As he flew through the air, approaching the ground, Bobo's mind remained clouded with confusion. Why didn't I stop him? he wondered, replaying the split-second clash. Then, as he crashed into the ground with a resounding thud and was engulfed by the searing, bone-shattering pain coursing through his body, clarity finally dawned on him.

It wasn't that he hadn't tried to stop Taro. It was that Taro's speed was simply too fast.

So fast that it made Bobo feel as though he were standing still—a lifeless doll placed before Taro, manipulated at will.

In the instant Bobo launched his attack, within that infinitesimal moment, Taro had seamlessly executed both his defense and counterattack.

To the Namekians watching from above, it looked entirely different.

What they saw was their warrior, Bobo, charging at the outsider with imposing momentum, only to suddenly be launched backward the moment he entered close range.

Something about this seemed… wrong.

They hadn't even seen the outsider move. From their perspective, Bobo should have landed a clean hit, knocking the outsider to the ground. Yet somehow, the outcome was completely reversed— Bobo was the one sent flying.

In just one exchange, the expected outcome of the battle had been entirely overturned.

"He lost" Elder Dike said with a sigh, watching the entire scene unfold from above.

On the ground, Bobo was writhing in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. His right chest appeared to have partially caved in.

Although Taro had only delivered a single punch, that one strike was enough to render nearly half of Bobo's body numb and seemingly fractured. It took a while before Bobo could muster the strength to try and get back on his feet.

A hand appeared before him.

Bobo looked up to see the outsider standing in front of him, extending a hand to help him up. Bobo noticed the hand was covered in calluses, with deep lines and grooves etched into the palm—a testament to years of hard work and battle.

"You've won" Bobo said bitterly. He had lost so thoroughly, without any room for resistance.

"Yes, I've won" Taro replied as he pulled the Namekian warrior to his feet. Supporting Bobo, Taro reached into his belongings and took out a Senzu Bean, offering it to him. "Eat this"

Bobo was surprised, not understanding what the item was, but out of respect for his opponent, he accepted it. He placed it in his mouth and chewed. The bean had little flavor, and Bobo's Namekian taste buds couldn't discern much, but then…

His body… was healed.

Bobo stepped away from Taro's support, staring at his hands and body in astonishment. His injuries and fatigue had completely vanished. He shook his head and said. "This must be precious to you. It wasn't necessary. We have people in our tribe who can heal, with effects similar to this bean."

Taro had shown him kindness, so Bobo wished to spare him the loss of such a valuable resource.

"It's nothing" Taro said with a faint smile, offering no further explanation.

At that moment, Elder Dike approached, holding the enormous Namekian Dragon Ball. Floating in the air, he extended it toward Taro, speaking calmly:

"Outsider, you have earned the recognition of our tribe. This Dragon Ball is yours."

"Thank you."Taro said, receiving the six-star Dragon Ball with both hands.

Take good care of the Dragon Ball, Earthling. You are strong. "Bobo said, showing no bitterness despite his defeat. His tone was calm and genuine.

"I will" Taro replied sincerely.

Elder Dike smiled faintly and said with a soft sigh:

"Go now, outsider. If you wish to make a wish, you must acquire the remaining six Dragon Balls. Win the approval of the other tribal elders with your own strength and honor."

"I will." Taro repeated with determination.

He glanced one last time at Elder Dike, Bobo, and the group of earnest Namekians hovering in the air.

"Thank you all for the Dragon Ball." he said, bowing slightly.

With the large Dragon Ball tucked under one arm, Taro rose from the ground and slowly flew away. As he ascended, he saw the Namekians waving goodbye to him in the distance.

Turning to face his next destination, where he could sense another gathering of Namekians, Taro murmured into the wind:

"I won't let Freeza destroy this place… No matter what."

The wind whistled past as Taro, clutching the Dragon Ball, disappeared into the horizon.


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